Thoughts
AT THE AGE OF FOUR
How the rose-leaves float along,
How the roses bloom in the morning,
The little birds on their way
Floating along, find leaves
To build, their nests with loving care.
How the roses bloom in the morning,
The little birds on their way
Floating along, find leaves
To build, their nests with loving care.
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Ah! the good God makes the crosses,
Ah! the good God makes the heaven,
Ah! the good God makes the day,
Ah! the good God makes the high churches,
Ah! the good God makes ever so many crosses,
By day and by night.
Ah! the good God does everything
For people and for the living.
Ah! the good God makes the heaven,
Ah! the good God makes the day,
Ah! the good God makes the high churches,
Ah! the good God makes ever so many crosses,
By day and by night.
Ah! the good God does everything
For people and for the living.
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Oh, the lilies, lilies sweet,
Fairies come to ring you,
Angels come, angels come
To hear your sweetest music.
God lets water come upon you,
Pansies rub their velvet heads
Against your fragile stems,
Fairies come and let their diamonds fall
Into your cups.
And the violets love you.
Fairies come to ring you,
Angels come, angels come
To hear your sweetest music.
God lets water come upon you,
Pansies rub their velvet heads
Against your fragile stems,
Fairies come and let their diamonds fall
Into your cups.
And the violets love you.
